You ever felt like you can’t seem to fit into any particular space? Yeah, I’m having that day. And I should have known. I mean, I literally got into a little bit of a fender bender this morning trying to fit into a parking space. Universe, you may now stop the interpretive dance of my emotions. M’kay! Thanks.
Ok, so it wasn’t exactly a fender bender. More like a bump. But I scuffed the paint on the other car. And yes, I left a note. Why? Because I fucking hate coming out of someplace and finding a scuff or notch or dent on my car, so why would I do that to anyone else.
I’ve been wandering around all day feeling awkward and like I just don’t belong. Not much of a stretch for a gigantic nerd-face such as myself, but it’s still not the most comfortable feeling in the world. It’s kind of like being Chapped, with a side of I Just Said the Wrong Thing for the Fiftieth Time. Maybe with a dash of Why Can’t I Do This?
So, anyway, I’m sort of in quiet, I have my headphones on so you can’t see me, hidey kind of headspace.
And of course, I don’t know what to say, other than it’s not you; it’s most definitely me. I just . . .
Don’t belong here.
Peggy Lu Who's Just Sayin' 
The chapped part is the worst, I’d say.
The WrongThingx50 part is bad, and the WhyCantI is no fun either, but to be Chapped on top of all that…
I am going to get you so much balm! Something to grease you back into society! Yes, what you need is lube!